2024/Reagan -

I am from the graceful pink blossoms,

From the glimmering sunrise and vibrant sunset.

I am from the roaring of jets under the Columbian blue sky.

Red, white, and blue, it tasted like freedom.

I am from the towers in the sky

The balconies

Whose vast views

I remember as if they were my own.

I’m from The Morning Calm and honor,

From hope and bravery.

I’m from the Music and the remarkable books,

From BBQ and pears!

I’m from the ebony and ivory

With a song,

And ten sweet melodies I can do myself.

I’m from fresh pasta and pizza,

spaghetti and gelato.

From the luci della casa lost to the streets that,

Used to keep me awake.

Under my bed was sweetness spilling the beauty of,

Courage and of grace

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments -

Content before I saw

Purple dandelions falling from the sky.

Only to embark on adventure.